Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Old Yu, long time no see!"

Sun Wen tidied up his clothes, looked at Yu Sheng, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, stretched his arms far away, and walked towards Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng frowned slightly, with a flat expression, standing where he was and looking directly into Sun Wen's eyes.

For a moment, the air became a little awkward.

Sun Wen stopped in his tracks, touched his nose, coughed twice, stared at Yu Sheng resentfully, "You've never looked at me like this before!"

"What are you hiding from me?"

Yu Sheng ignored Sun Wen's words and asked his own question directly.

Sun Wen was taken aback for a moment, and smiled a little forcedly: "No...no, right..."

"How could I hide it from you..."

While speaking, Sun Wen's expression began to change a little unnaturally, and he kept looking east and west.

Yu Sheng maintained a cold face all the time, without saying a word, his eyes fixed on Sun Wen.

The room fell silent.

Sun Wen lowered his head silently, but also did not move.

Behind.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Yu Mo pushed the wheelchair forward a few steps, with a smile on his face, and said softly, "Yu Sheng, actually this matter..."

"I didn't ask you."

Yu Sheng frowned slightly, turned his head, and looked directly at Yu Mo calmly, with an unusually strange tone.

"..."

"You have never chatted with me in this tone before!"

Yu Mo imitated Sun Wen's expression of complaining before, looking injured.

But what he got in exchange was not Yu Sheng's soft expression again.

"If, if needed later, I will be gentle when I go to your grave."

Yu Sheng's words were not meant to be a joke at all. While speaking, wisps of aura spread out and permeated the entire room.

The brawny man who was always smiling and watching the show seemed to have sensed Yu Sheng's attitude, his smile faded away, and he stared at Yu Mo very seriously, as if he might strike at any time.

The Confucian scholar quietly appeared in the room, with pain written all over his face, he glanced at Yu Mo complainingly.

"Why do you always offend those who can't be beaten at all!"

"Hey, we've known each other for so many years, let's save face and don't beat him to death, okay?"

While speaking, the Confucian scholar looked at the strong man and asked expectantly.

The strong man seriously shook his head: "No, the boss said that he may be killed later!"

"Ugh..."

"Don't be afraid, I will try my best to remember you and bring you back to life."

The Confucian scholar looked away, sighed, patted Yu Mo on the shoulder, and comforted him.

In the next second, the figure of Confucian scholar disappeared in place, leaving only Yu Mo sitting alone in the wheelchair.

"The same people who came out of Sin City, why is the gap...so big."

Yu Mo raised his head and looked at the strong man enviously.

After Yu Sheng threatened Yu Mo, he didn't speak again, and stood still, watching Sun Wen from a distance, waiting for an answer.

Sun Wen, on the other hand, seemed a little silent and lowered his head.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Yu Sheng still maintained the previous posture, motionless.

He didn't urge Sun Wen any more.

According to the rules of Sin City, it is not allowed to take the initiative to inquire about other people's secrets.

So don't ask for the rest of my life, just stand here and wait.

Wait for Sun Wen to speak up.

If Sun Wen didn't say anything, he would have been waiting.

For the stubborn Yu Sheng, this is the simplest truth.

Obviously, Sun Wen knew what kind of person Yu Sheng was.

Seeing that Yu Sheng had already shown his attitude, Sun Wen could only sigh helplessly: "Boss Yu, sit down, let's have a cup of tea together."

While speaking, Sun Wen turned around first, walked to the tea table beside him, and sat down.

Yu Sheng didn't speak, just followed Sun Wen and sat opposite him.

Seeing this scene, the lonely Yu Mo also wanted to come over, but what greeted him was Yu Sheng's flat eyes.

"Don't let him hear us talking."

"I don't want to hear him talk during this time."

Yu Sheng looked at the strong man and made his request.

The strong man nodded thoughtfully, and then stretched out his huge palm, pinched Yu Mo's neck, and increased his strength, as if he was about to strangle him to death.

But this is indeed the most in line with the requirements of the rest of my life.

"Don't kill yet."

Seeing Yu Mo's face turn red, Yu Sheng finally spoke.

"Oh, good boss."

The strong man looked naive, nodded heavily, then raised his palm like a cattail leaf fan, gestured at Yu Mo's head for a long time, and then slapped it lightly.

With a muffled sound, Yu Mo passed out completely.

"Hey, all right."

"It's just that the strength is a little difficult to control."

"I don't know when he wakes up."

The strong man grinned and looked at Yu Sheng, smiled a little embarrassedly, and then threw Yu Mo back into the wheelchair.